Lil Cupid - NAH FR

Ay man, I hate all these dead mans
Man, y'all in trouble
Man, I'm in spot with y'all
Man, y'all ain't know nothin

Y'all don't understand no business or nothin
Man, y'all made it, but y'all still fuckin
Man, they just talk on the net
Man, they know they in this blunt

Shawty just suck him up
Man, she gon' give me the drop when she done
Man, I just put a BM on her car
Man, I'ma switch it to blitz

Uh, uh, uh, uh
Smokin' on that, Coco got me fried
Siena that you ain't get popped
But you should be lucky that you still alive

Tell that all 500 shots until it's blitz
Click, I'ma let it fly
Man, I look inside my all size
Man, they be terrified

Man, I just pulled up with a new switch
Got a blitz on fire
Man, y'all say that y'all be steppin' on business
Man, y'all know that's just OCAL

Man, y'all people just be talkin' for the net
Fuck, ain't gon' step
Man, we walked up down
Man, that boy was on the grind

I said, just rep it, said
Man, that boy ain't even claimin' six
Let's do a three
Smokin' on this blunt

I gotta roll it up like two-time
Man, I pulled up with a new switch
Man, you know I'ma make it drop
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man, this Coco got me fried
People keep on mentionin' Rick
But no, they really ain't gon' stop
Man, I got these healers

Blitz on me, if you play, you get a rep
Man, I promise they won't step on me
Play with me, I run them down
I got this Glock up in my hand

Man, I'm movin' with my crew and body
Man, you know I gotta do my murder dance
He ain't stuck
Man, you know that he ain't reppin

Walk, man, he ain't really rough
He said that he keep a Glock in his pants
But no, he ain't gon' step
Man, they just be posin' for the IG live

But ain't gon' rip
Man, I put a 30 on this big
You play, you get stepped on
Man, I got these 4-5 Glocks

Man, you get your back blown
Throw away
Man, you know we really get your gang stamped on
Play with you

You gon' see a nightmare that you never saw
Man, you sound like Cuba
Man, you tried to run
But God got hard now

How you get your b-b-b-b-back blown
How you get your gang st-st-st-st-st-stamped on
Ha-ha, ha
Man, y'all really just a troll

Y'all really ain't with me
Y'all won't step on me
Man, I promise that
Boy, I thought I was done

Nah, man, I just gotta up my blunt
Man, you know I gotta roll them up
Gotta pull him in his booth
Nah, for real

Who got popped
Nah, for real
Who got dropped
Nah, for real

Who got stamped on and got they back blown
Ha-ha-ha
Man, y'all just be mad because I'm doin' great
Man, you bite the hand that fed you

Man, you could've been up off my plate
Ha-ha, these people are pakiwachi
Man, they really want stuff
Man, you know that we put belts to tails

Man, you know we young
Put my lean up in my cup
I'm drinkin' that just like I walk
I'm drinkin' that just like I walk

Written by:
Kayden Jackson

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